Chapter 20!

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A/N:I DO NOT OWN INCEPTION, SADLY, SADLY, SADLY...

"I do understand that you need Arthur Woods, but Eames? We already have two forgers"

The man smiled at the comment of the woman sitting beside her, both conected to a PASIV.

"Knowing those two, If Eames is in, Arthur will be convinced to work for us. Also, I'm the extractor in this job, so I'll need Dominique and Eames as well, and don't forget my dear, that we also need a new Point Man. The last one was so... weak"

The dark haired woman smiled at the last comment. "If you say so, honey. When are we going to meet them?"

"Tomorrow"

He was sleeping with her. His arms were curled around her waist, and she was resting her head over his chest when he woke up.

It was eight am, and today was the day of the meeting. Casually, it was raining, and the sky was dark despite it was morning. Trying to not wake her up, he leave her and went directly to his room, and after a quick shower, he was preparing coffee when a certain Forger knock his door.

"What's going on?"

Eames made is own way inside Arthur's apartment, and sat on his couch.

"Please, come in"

"Don't be sarcastic darling, I'm like your brother and-"

"You're not like my brother"

The Forger put both hands in the air, and sighed.

"Ok, alright. How is she?"

"Fine. She's sleeping"

"What are we going to do with her?"

Arthur sat in front of him, and frowned at the question.

"Why?"

"Well, she need to rest, and she's not going to university and we're leaving to meet Smith. We can't leave her alone"

"Eames, you were the one who said to me once 'Arthie, she's a woman, she don't need a babysitter' When I told you to take care of her when I went to Italy"

"Hey, your British accent is awful! I don't sound like that!"

"Maybe, but she will be ok. Let's go"

"Don't blame me later. I told you. She can't be alone, no after what happened and her nightmares with Mal"

Arthur ignores his comments and walked to her room. Once he was inside, she opened her eyes.

"Morning"

"Morning Philli. Hey, I'm going out with Eames, just for a moment. Can you stay here in bed?"

She yawned and smiled at him.

"Sure Arthur. I'll be ok"

"Good, call me please if you need something or-"

"Go, It's ok. Hi daddy"

Eames was behind Arthur's back. He just smiled at her and grabbed Arthur by his arm.

"Come on love, it's time to go. Bye sweetie"

The couple was sitting at a little table in Cafe 2 Moulins, inside the place because of the rain. Smith was wearing an Armani black suit, with his hair slicked back. He looked very similar to Arthur, and she was wearing a black pair of trousers, a white shirt and a pair of black shoes. Her dark hair was curled, and her make up was perfect.

"Do you think he's coming?"

"Yes. I'm sure Eames convinced him, besides there is a expression: curiosity kills the cat"

They were looking at the men, when they heard them coming to the table.

"Hello Smith, it's been so long. I see you stay alive"

"Good morning Eames. As jovial as always. Hello Arthur, nice to see you again"

"Morning"

Arthur answer was short. Smith just smiled at his partner, and then at the both men in front of him.

"Let me introduce you to my wife, she's Antoinette"

"Pleased to meet you"

"Nice to meet you"

They sat, and asked the waitress four coffees.

I was trying to sleep again, but I couldn't. Instead of being on bed and watching some news, I decided to clean my room. Not that it was all a mess but knowing Arthur, he liked everything on his place. He didn't tell me nothing about it, but I knew it.

I found his shirt on my bed, so I walked to his room to leave it there. I opened his wardrove and I saw it. It was the PASIV.

"So, are you going to tell us about the job?"

"Are you hurry? Because we wanted to speak first to our new team mates before start talking about job"

Eames looked at Arthur and then to Smith.

"Let's go to the point, Smith"

"Oh, you were right my dear. They only speak about job and bussiness"

Antoinette said, smiling at her husband and them.

"Well Mrs Smith, you see. We don't have the best relationship with your husband"

Before she could reply and answer, Smith spoke first.

"Time to break out the big guns huh? We need to break inside the mind of a dement"

I opened the silver box, and it was like I remember it. The buttons the needles, and the sedatives. All was there, like screaming me to use it.

If I wasn't forgetting anything, I just nedeed to put some sedative in the little device, conect myself by the needle, and push the button.

And curiosity killed me.

Before go under, I looked at my room for my blueprints and sketches. In one of my classes I had been designing a house, the house of my dreams.
I rested on his bed, and watched at the clock. Five minutes in reality, and an hour in the dream.

The house was exactly as I imagined once. The garden was big enough and the pool was full of water. The red roses were decorating the whole place. Inside, was the kitchen with a little table in the middle, and the next room was the living room, decorated with ivory colors and a few pictures. I walked to the left side of one couch and I took one. It was Arthur and me. He was wearing a black tuxedo and I was beside him, wearing a white dress. Aparently, it was a picture from our wedding day. But the next one made me shake. On it, I was wearing a light blue dress and Arthur was behind me, hugging my belly. I was pregnant.

"Into a dement? And do what?"

"We need to change is mind, an Inception"

Eames lighted up a cigarette and looked at Arthur. "Perfectly possible. Just bloody difficult"

"You're right Eames. What do you think, Mr. Woods?"

"I think is imposible"

Smith looked at Arthur, like surprised. "Really? But you changed Robert Fischer's mind before, an Inception"

"It's ok Philli, we can try-"

"No it's not! I can't have babies, you knew it and you didn't tell me!"

I went upstairs and I saw us. There was Arthur, and me. He looked very different from reality. His head had a few white hairs, and his face had a few wrinkles. I was wearing that blue dress, the same from the picture, but strangely, there was blood in the floor, in the space between my legs. I was having a miscarriage.

My eyes were full of tears. And my projection was crying, while Arthur ran beside her. But suddenly, she appeared from my back, and put one hand on my shoulder.

"Jump. Before this happen"

"This is not going to happen. He loves me-"

"Dom also loved me. And now I'm dead"

I looked at her. Her face was unconcerned, looking how the projections cried together.

"That's right. You're dead, you're not real anymore. You're not my mother"

"I'm the only thing you do believe in anymore"

"No, you're not. You're a shade"

Suddenly, the walls started to fall down beside us. The dream was collapsing.

I woke up. And inmediatly, I looked o my ring. I wasn't dreaming, not anymore.

"Don't even bother you asking me how I knew it, because I know. Don't worry, his subconscious is not militarized-"

The forger sighed, impatient to know what was the work.

"What is the idea do you need to plant?"

"Is not an idea precisely. We are going to change him completely"

Arthur stared at him for a moment, and when he realized what was Smith talking about, he frowned.

"Are you suggesting-"

"Yes Mr. Woods, we're going to extract the idea of his madness, and plant sanity. We're going to heal him"

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